“I haven’t stopped. I’m just getting you slick and ready. Would you like a drink?”
I shook my head silently and watched as he walked away to the tray of liquor on the mantle. I watched him pour the golden liquid into a crystal tumbler, then head over to one of the armchairs I had fallen asleep on.
“Come here,” he said.
When a few seconds passed and I hadn’t moved, he turned to me.
I did not want to be seated. I wanted him to finish what he had started so we could both get this sorry affair over with and move on. In fact, I felt quite embarrassed at the way I had so shamelessly lost control of myself.
“Come here,” he repeated, but there was a slight edge to his voice.
I was forced to head over to the fireplace. I stood before him, frowning. “Brent, you don’t need all night, do you? Just take what you want so we can go our separate ways.”
As he sipped from the tumbler, he lifted his gaze to mine and watched me. Eventually, he spoke, “I paid for the entire night, not an event. Taking your virginity is only the start, so sit.”
With a sinking feeling in my stomach, I lowered myself onto the chair, and pretended to be very interested in the flames. I could tell that he was watching me, and my body throbbed against my will with excitement.
His hand shot out and touched my thigh.
I turned towards him. It was a mistake. The fire seemed to light up his hair and eyes and it all made him look so deliciously dark and tousled. I wanted him and despised him at the same time for torturing me.
We have all night.
His eyes glowed as he simply looked at me.
For a few moments, there was only the sound of the fire crackling. Then …
“Take off your thong,” he ordered. “Hook your legs over the arms of the chair and open up wide for me.”
Freya
I was sure I hadn’t heard him right, but it was clear from the deathly seriousness in his eyes that I had. I quaked and opened my mouth to refuse outright, but he beat me to it.
“I’m going to remind you one more time that I’m paying for this night. If you no longer wish to continue, then you are free to leave right now … with nothing but what you came with. Otherwise, I will not tolerate your disobedience any longer.”
I held his gaze, and once again, I was taken back to the steel-hearted man I had perceived him as years ago. I knew he meant every word. I had already come this far, and had been immensely lucky that I wasn’t sleeping with some old frog. I squared my shoulders. I would do everything I had to do to get the money, but while I was doing it, I was determined to wring as much pleasure as I possibly could from this night with him.
I took off the thong then I lifted both my legs and let them hang over the arms of the chair. His gaze focused between my thighs on my exposed sex and my clit throbbed with wild excitement.
“Touch yourself,” he instructed, taking his shoes and socks off.
My eyes widened. Surely, he was not going to make me masturbate in front of him.
“Do it like there’s no one else here, but you,” he said to me. “Show me how you’ve kept yourself sane for this long without being fucked.”
I could feel my cheeks burning a bright red, but I ignored it and shut my eyes.
His next command was an aggravated rasp, “Keep your eyes on me!”
My eyelids fluttered open and met his unflinching gaze. In them, I saw raw, primal lust blazing like an out-of-control forest fire. Purposely, I kept my strokes slow and sensual. I wasn’t just pleasuring myself I wanted to titillate him. I wanted to see how much I could affect him. The delicious coaxing made my hips take on a life of their own and writhe in response. My toes curled, my thighs clenched, and my breathing quickened until short spurts of air were all I could take. But I never took my eyes off him.
“Uh,” I moaned, as if I was some porn star and not an inexperienced virgin.
His fists clenched so hard the knuckles gleamed white in the dancing light. I lifted my palm and smacked it hard on my painfully sensitive flesh … just before my finger slipped into my opening.
“Fuck,” he grunted, and sat up straighter on the chair. His control was slipping.
I pushed my finger in and out of me as if I was challenging him. Taunting him. To come get it. The whole scene was turning me on in a way that I could not explain. But then I felt my climax start to build. I forgot about him, my movements frantic as I chased my release. I did what I had never done before: I joined three of my fingers and rammed them in a deliberately vulgar assault on my soaking wet pussy.
I wanted him to see. I wanted him to be shocked. The need had been building for years.
I gave my clit another hard smack, and my back arched off the chair as a trickle of pure lust oozed down from my opening. Almost incoherent with excitement, I saw Brent jump out of his chair and in moments, he was on me. Flinging my hand aside, he covered my cleft with his mouth in a brutal suck.
My cry was wild, torn from somewhere deep inside me, as waves of pleasure locked my body into a stiff arc. As though he expected me to fight him off, he threw a hand across my stomach to keep me in place. With a hard lick, he lapped up the juices pouring out of me. From the base to the top, and back to the base. Then he sucked on my swollen clit like a starving beast. It was like nothing I could have imagined.
“Brent,” I cried, my whole body shivering violently. I had touched myself countless times, but never once had it felt like this. I was seizing, my vision and mind losing coherence. Nothing existed beyond the ecstasy ramming through me.
His tongue dug into me and my hands clawed ferociously into his thick hair. Swinging my legs off the arms of the chair, I locked them against the sides of his head, entrapping him.
Undaunted, he dug even further into my sex, his hands grabbing my hips to hold me in place.
“Fuck … fuck. Fuck.” I crumbled, my entire frame twisting with sensation. Another climax was on its way. With both of my legs on the floor, I pushed us both forwards and we collapsed on the ground, my pussy on his face.
Shamelessly, I began to ride his mouth, wetting his flesh with the drenched lips of my sex. He caught up in a heartbeat, and I could have sworn I heard a feral chuckle from him, but I was too far gone to properly register anything other than the ephemeral pleasure I was chasing.
With my hands on the ground for balance, I rode his tongue, like an unthinking beast, and when his teeth bit down on my clit without warning, I exploded on him.
“F-uuuc-kkkkk,” I screamed, my entire body jutting forward and landing on the rug. I felt my fingers grabbing the fur of the rug as my eyes rolled back into my head. Even then, I couldn’t stop writhing my hips against him, wringing every ounce of pleasure I could out of his sarcastic aristocratic lips.
As the moments ticked by, I tried to contain the sweet tremors that were still rocking through me. I regained some semblance of reality and my heart found its way back to a semi-normal rhythm. As my brain restarted functionality, I realized that my ass was jutting out and completely exposed to his gaze. I started to rise but once again, Brent’s hand came for me. Locking my hips in place with an iron grip, he spread me further apart and began to lick me clean. It was all too much too soon. I found myself struggling once again to breathe.
“Brent,” I gasped, but he was relentless as he lapped up every trace of my explosion up my thighs and between the crevices of my sex, even my ass. It was beyond invasive and I almost couldn’t believe what was happening.
I could feel myself start responding to him again, so I tried to scramble away from him, but his strong grip wouldn’t let me move even an inch away. I had no choice but to submit to his tongue. Only when he was finished and I was once again utterly turned on, did he move his way upwards. When he was aligned with my body, he lifted me off the floor and put me on top of his body.
I was a tangled mess of naked limbs, but before I could even manage to find some sort of balance, his mouth and hands were on my breasts, k
neading the swollen mounds and sucking my engorged nipples.
His suction tightened every single muscle inside of me until I was almost painfully taut and dripping all over again. All I could do to ease the insatiable ache was to ride my sex against the hard ridges of his torso.
“You’re driving me out of my fucking mind,” he rasped.
For some crazy reason, my heart swelled with intense emotion at his words, but I didn’t allow the primitive elation to show on my face. His hands moved away from my breasts and began to unbuckle his belt. I could feel the hardened swell of his cock, straining against the material.
His lips stretched out into a wolfish grin, the pearly perfect whites stealing my breath away. He was so damned handsome. I felt enraptured by his beauty as I stared down at him, my eyes inspecting the curve of his brows, the rise of his strong nose and the sensuous swell of his soft lips. I could hardly believe that just a moment ago they were eating me out. I’d have given anything to slip my tongue into his mouth.
“Why won’t you kiss me?” I asked, almost angry at the deprivation.
Instead of replying, he stared back at me, quietly as though he was trying to see something. He slipped his hand into his pocket breaking the moment between us and brought out a condom. He put it on the ground and roughly pushed his pants and underwear down his hips just enough to set his dick free.
I felt it spring free against my back, rock hard, thick, strong and vital. He tore open the condom packet and expertly rolled it on to his massive cock. Of course, I’d seen a man’s cock in porn movies, but seeing it in the flesh, one as huge as his thrilled me.
I wanted my mouth on him, so I lowered my lips to his neck. Placing hard almost brutal kisses on his skin, I nipped and sucked my way up his heated flesh and along the line of his jaw. I moved to his face, and we both knew what I was going for. He allowed me, but as soon as my mouth reached the corners of his, he caught my bottom lip between his teeth.
“Ow.” I winced as I tried to drag the delicate flesh away. He smacked me hard on my bare ass once, then again, the spanks shooting pain as well as a sweet tinge of pleasure through my body. He did it again and again until my ass felt like it was on fire and I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Stop!” I said, grabbing his arm.
“Don’t try that again,” he said.
I started to pull away but he smacked me one more time and commanded, “Lock your hands around my neck.”
I did as I was told. With me clinging onto his neck, he rose. As soon as he was upright, I swung my legs around his hips, my sex coming in contact with the hot, flat flesh of his stomach. He began to shuffle his pants down his legs. As soon as the material had pooled around his feet, he kicked them aside and began to walk with me towards the bed.
He laid me on the heavenly soft bed, before he positioned himself on top of me. My hips started to gyrate against his hardness as my hands went in a desperate search of his cock and took a fierce hold of the impossibly thick and lengthy monster.
I felt a sudden excitement tinged with slight fear as I moved my grip up and down the impressive length. I lifted my eyes up to meet his piercing ones. He nuzzled his nose against mine savoring the feel of my hands up and down his shaft as I gently fisted him, sizing him up with concern. “Brent.”
“Hmmm,” was his intoxicated response.
“Will …will I be able to take all of this?”
His eyes fluttered open to gaze deeply into mine. We were so close I could see the beautiful golden flecks in his irises.
His response was a very low chuckle.
I frowned at his reaction to my extremely real and serious concern.
It was then he leaned down to whisper into my ear, his hot breath an entire aphrodisiac on its own, “You’re going to take it,” he said, “even if you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
My frown deepened at that statement, but it made him laugh, the deep sound smooth and enthralling.
“You’d better be joking,” I said warningly.
“I won’t hurt you,” he murmured. “I’ll never hurt you, little Freya.”
Brent
I had laid her on the bed with her hair fanned out around her face, a pillow under her delectable ass, and her legs open wide enough to offer the perfect view of what I had bought. I looked down at her, her young ripe breasts, her naked pussy leaking honey.
It was so hot to watch her drip for me. My balls ached for release.
Hell, she was absolutely perfect. And she was all mine. Bought and paid for. I still couldn’t get over the fact that such a beauty could remain untouched at her age. A strange thought flashed into my head. Of her after tonight. With another man. It filled me with uncontrollable fury, which I couldn’t understand. She was only here for my pleasure.
Nothing more than that.
I ran my finger possessively along the inside of her thigh, and her legs fell wide open for me, exposing more of herself. Her little virgin pussy already looked swollen and a bit abused, but there was a lot more she was going to have to submit to before the night was over.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
She licked her lips. “Yes.”
God, how I wanted her tongue in my mouth, but I let my eyes wander away, back to her eager cunt. Tonight, was supposed to be only about sex. I was here to put to bed an old fantasy. Hopefully, it would never again keep me awake at night.
I lowered my head, sucked her clit into my mouth, and tasted her sweet heat. A small whine escaped her lips. That was all it took to nearly make me lose control. Animalistic need coursed through my veins as I hungrily licked the nectar running down her slit.
I lifted my head. “Now spread your pussy lips apart.”
With her fingers she pulled the puffy lips apart, making her small, pink opening gape. It was so sweet I couldn’t resist poking my tongue into it. Then I raised myself and I brought my sheathed cock towards her entrance and let it lie flat against her slit. Slowly, I moved it back and forth. Not penetrating, but simply rubbing her clit. Back and forth until she started to wriggle her hips with aching need.
“I want you inside,” she begged, her fingers still holding her pussy lips open for me.
Some part of me wished I could always see her open like this, ready and begging for my cock to take her. It was a stupid thought. This was a one-time thing. I was going to mark her, then let her go.
I dipped my cock into her. No more than an inch though.
Her hands curled around my shaft. “Oh, that feels so good. I want more.”
I wanted her fiercely, but I didn’t want to hurt her too much. I was over twice her size and my dick was bigger than most men. She was small and there was no getting away from the fact that it was going to hurt. Her tongue came out to lick her lips.
“Take your hands away,” I ordered.
She obeyed and I pushed myself where no man had gone. I took the thing I had dreamed of for years. My cock was inside her warm cunt, and I could tell by the shocked gasp that exited her mouth, her eyes widened with pain, and the way her walls gripped my shaft so fucking tightly that I had stretched her to capacity.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded.
“Perfect. So perfect,” I whispered in her ear as the scent of her hair filled my nostrils.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and held onto me.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Yes, Brent,” she whispered.
Slowly, I pull out of her, and thrust back in again, more firmly this time. I had to grit my teeth to keep from exploding. I kept up the rhythm of slowly pulling out and thrusting back into her tightness, until she was able to take all of my cock.
I wrapped my arms around her back and held her to me as I rutted into her and listened to her shouts of pleasure. I gripped her ass cheeks and held her hips even higher so there was not a tiny inch inside that I had not touched. All of it belonged to me. I had waited all this time for this.
As I kept thrusting into her,
I felt her legs cling to me tighter and her pussy pulse on my dick.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she muttered.
Her words are cut off as screams of pleasure are torn from her throat. Her face flushed as I rode her hard towards the edge of the abyss.
“Wow, that was amazing,” she gasped, as the echoes of our release fade away.
My cock twitched inside her. I was still hard. I felt proud I had taken her cherry. Moving my mouth to her nipple, I sucked one of the soft pink buds in my mouth. She moaned with pleasure. Giving it a little teeth, I gripped her ass and pulled her hips aggressively up my hot dick, all the way to the fucking root.
“Are we going to do it again, Brent?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“Freya, I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk,” I growled.
“I want that too,” she whined.
Freya
It took me quite the while to return back to earth, but even after I did, even after my brain restarted and my heartbeat settled, I remained on top of Brent. I was no longer a virgin. Brent had taken it. Actually, Brent had bought it. And it was the most amazing feeling in the whole world. Everything I’d heard was untrue. With the right man, it was heaven. He was still inside of me, and neither of us wanted to pull apart, at least that was what I hoped.
My head was on his chest, feeling its gentle rise and fall, and the rhythm of his heartbeat, a melody I didn’t want to break away from. His warmth seeped into me, and when he suddenly moved to wrap his hand around me, his nose softly nuzzled the crook of my neck, and my breathing became labored all over again.
We only had this for tonight, so there would be no holding back. A separation, especially after the profound experience we’d just shared seemed unfathomable. I wanted him to touch me again, continuously until the sun rose.
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